"Long admired the name, Mr. Malfoy."

The elegant man with gold-rimmed glasses claims to be one of the investors in the Mottola Macaw team, and the largest shareholder among them.

"I didn't believe it when Mr. Parkinson approached me."

The elegant man laughed, "After all, I've never heard of Mr. Malfoy interested in Quidditch. ”

"It's just a small attempt with a feeling." "I heard Mr. Parkinson say, Mr. Chakma, what your deal is. ”

Mr. Champa Chakma smiled and nodded, then moved out of the way, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please, "Three, please come with me." ”

Caloline stared at the smiling man, and suddenly felt that this man's heart and her professor of dark arts ......

Ranco ignored Miss Caloline's overly blunt gaze and led them behind the elegant man without changing his face.

Since the forest elves fled, there was still no sign of Muggle haunting.

"This is the training ground for the Mottola Macaws, and here is what you need, Mr. Malfoy."

Using the Twist Expulsion Charm to hide on the edge of a Muggle city without attracting anyone's attention is something wizards can do.

"However, while we as investors can influence the future direction of the team, that impact is still limited."

In the distance, Ranko heard the sound of air currents caused by the rapid movement of the ghost flying ball and the sudden acceleration of the broomstick.

In the middle of the forest, a huge Quidditch training ground sits among the mountains, with red, yellow and blue flags planted upside down around the training ground, and six metal poles and rings standing on either side of the training ground.

In the training ground, two wizards wearing different color uniforms are riding broomsticks in mid-air, and the sound of flowing wind and ghost flying balls and Bludgers continue to pass between the two teams, indicating that this confrontation is very fierce.

In the stands around the training grounds, there were several wizards who appeared to be members of the news media, writing and filming with magic cameras and quills.

Ranko withdrew his gaze from the Quidditch players and focused his attention on a graceful creature standing on a seated baptist.

"It's beautiful."

Ranko couldn't help but sigh.

The investor followed Professor Malfoy's gaze and found that it was the mascot, and couldn't help but smile.

"Indeed, that phoenix has always been well taken care of by our teammates."

The place where a few people were standing was at the entrance of the entire training ground, and the members of the Mottola Macaw team who were playing confrontation training did not notice them, but the reporters who had come to write a script to promote the team today saw them.

Seeing that the team boss happened to be here, they just wanted to come over, but they also saw the elegant man walking towards the small building not far away with his three children.

They stopped where they were.

"Miss Sbilly?" The person behind him asked suspiciously, "Aren't we going to follow?" ”

"Wait." Johanna Sbilly saw the side face of the boy behind the boss with sharp eyes, and said with interest: "I have a hunch that there will be big news today." ”

The two behind the woman glanced at each other, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Forget it, Miss Sbillie is measured, and they just lie down with the elder.

"Please come in."

Entering the team's office building, you can see a group photo of the Quidditch team, the team emblem, and various medals of honor.

The group walked to an office, and after the elegant man pushed the door in, Ranko glanced sideways at the window at the end of the corridor and silently recited a spell before following into the room.

"You may be seated."

The luxurious office is lit with an unknown incense, which smells very strong, but it can make the person who smells it involuntarily relax.

The elegant man sat down from the chair behind his desk, trophies of various sizes placed on the shelves behind him.

"The Mottola Macaws have much the same status as the New Zealand national team in the eyes of New Zealand wizards."

It seemed to notice Professor Malfoy's gaze, so the elegant man explained with a smile.

Ranko withdrew his gaze, clasped his hands, and placed them in front of his knees.

"So, as a diplomatic officer at the New Zealand Ministry of Magic, what deal do you want to talk to me about?"

The Mottola Macaws have a very high status in New Zealand, and their controlling owners are not ordinary wizards, but scattered among large and small families and the Ministry of Magic.

Among them, the Ministry of Magic has significantly stronger control than the others.

This is also where Bruzak can't handle it, in the face of a country's Ministry of Magic, no amount of gold gallons can be used.

So he had to go out.

In the face of Mr. Malfoy's openness, the elegant man maintained a good posture and pushed a pre-prepared document to Professor Malfoy.

Ranko looked at the result document at a glance, then raised his head and smiled meaninglessly.

"You want me to take on everything for this team going forward, including, um, keeping them in the eyes of the New Zealand fans?"

It's just that you can't use it as a pawn that you throw away, but you have to run it as your own industry......

His blank gaze rested on the right arm of the elegant man in front of him.

"This is one of the requirements given by the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Malfoy, you must know that the Ministry of Magic must also take into account the spiritual influence of the team on our wizards."

If the Ministry of Magic no longer manages to support the team and let the team fall off the altar quickly, the New Zealand Ministry of Magic will probably have to spray the team's fans like shit.

"Well, that's okay."

It's nothing more than a matter of spending more gold Galleons.

Big deal, oh, he's remembered, is Mr. Krum a future Quidditch Superstar?

Well, after all, a future Quidditch superstar wouldn't be misguided by his butterfly wings.

Ranko put the document on the table, stared at the man in front of him, and his lips moved slightly: "What else do you need?" ”

"I don't think your Ministry of Magic would give up its management and control so easily for charity, do you?"

"Of course."

The elegant man smiled and took out another document.

Ranko was not very interested in this way of grinding, and after taking the thing over, he looked at it again, and the content of the document was not complicated.

"Ten treatment places a year." Ranko tapped the papers, and it looked like his status as a healer would be of great help to your ministry.

Also, the level of his treatment, after the previous International Wizengamot Court and the International Federation of Wizards, well-informed people should know about it.

This is the celebrity effect.

Ranko kowtowed: "No problem, I will hand over the documents to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and you can contact me through the hospital when the time comes." ”

"New Zealand's hospitals for magical injuries aren't bad either."

The elegant man said.

Ranko lifted his eyelids, "Norway's Magical Injury Hospital is not bad, either. ”

Elegant Man: ......

He smiled helplessly and gave up the possibility of fighting for this matter.

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, if there are no accidents, we will sign the agreement now."

The elegant man said.

Ranko picked up his pen and was about to sign his name on the paper, when the door behind him suddenly opened.

"Wait!"

Caroline and Livia looked over, and a tall man ran in panting.

The Quidditch armor on his body had not yet been taken off, and his body was steaming, as if he had just come down from the training ground, and before he could pack himself, he received the news and rushed over.

But who is Professor Malfoy?

If he could listen to others, he wouldn't be Durmstrang's professor of dark arts.

Slowly, he wrote his name well, and the document with the dual effect of magic law was placed flat on the table by him, without even giving people a chance to regret it.

With a knock on the upper and lower eyelids, Ranko stood up and said to the elegant man, "Then you shouldn't mind if I deal with my own property, right?" ”

"Of course." The elegant man smiled and turned his gaze to the panting Quidditch team.

"Mr. Marot, you are here at this time, have you finished your training today?"

"Chakma!" The man stared at the three little ones present angrily, and rushed to the desk at random and quickly, slapping the desktop hard.

Ranko felt the ground shake.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being an athlete of savage sports.

Ranko chuckled and took the two young ladies to reclaim his possessions.

He had asked beforehand that the phoenix called Hanabi was not the personal property of one person, but the property of the entire team.

Therefore, as the largest investor and actual controlling person at present, Lanco has the right to dispose of all the assets in the team.

This includes the player's ruling as well as the mascot fireworks.

"Why are you letting us out!"

There was a roar behind him.

"The captain won't let you go! You're raised by this cousin! That's how the Ministry of Magic raised your dog?! Sold us?! ”

"This is the decision of the ministry, and it is not up to you and me to influence it." The elegant man's voice was still calm, "Besides, instead of arguing with me here, you should think carefully about how you can get along with the next investors." ”

"Your captain can't let your new investors go home because of this, right?"

"Isn't that going to take a heavy toll on the whole team, are you right, Mr. Marot."

Caloline subconsciously reached out and rubbed the goosebumps on her arm, feeling that both Professor Malfoy and the man with gold-rimmed glasses were the same.

"You're wrong." As if he had the ability to read minds, Ranko said solemnly: "I am not all the way with him, I am much more principled than him." ”

"So?" Caroline asked tentatively, "What would you do if something like this happened?" ”

"That's naturally to let this kind of impolite child know the consequences of his nonsense." Ranko said kindly, "Let's say say what he said to his captain as it is." ”

"Hmm, or change the content, send it to the mailbox of every fan who likes him, and just say yes, yes, the kind that doesn't count men and women."

"Of course, I prefer the former, after all, the latter is really against my moral bottom line."

Caroline: ...... Put away your regretful expression and say, I might believe it.

Well, she retracted what she had just thought, and she really shouldn't have confused you together.

Satan has to tattoo you behind it, Professor Malfoy.

"But from this point of view, this might be a mess too."

Ranko walked out of the office building and looked at the Quidditch training ground not far away.

There is no one there there anymore on a broomstick, and I don't know if it's halftime or if it's gone.

"Mess?" Caloline struggled to think about what Ranko had said, and she vaguely sensed something, but she didn't know what was wrong.

"Don't you think it's strange that we've not been here for a long time, but this man has found a very good time to come over, and this person happens to have malicious intentions towards the Ministry, or don't trust the Ministry."

"If you were a successor investor and you saw such a person on the team, what would you think?"

Ranko doesn't believe there are so many accidents in the world.

It's not 0-08, and even meteorites can be summoned with the phrase "for unknown reasons".

Where did so many coincidences come from :)

Caroline was stunned by what Ranko said, "You mean ......"

"As long as there are people, there will be competition, and it is quite disgusting to fight openly and secretly." Ranko smiled, not careless, "However, as long as they don't bother me, it doesn't matter if I turn a blind eye." ”

"But if someone doesn't understand what people say, I'm sorry......"

Ranko paused for a moment, and unsurprisingly "Wait!" appeared behind him. The sound of the word.

From far to near, the speed was fast, and the stupid big man suddenly rushed in front of them, still panting, but his face was ugly I don't know how many times than before.

He looked at the three children in front of him, a not-so-good-looking smile appeared on his face, and asked in a stiff tone:

"Your lord, can you give me some contact information?"

Ranko silently took a step back, avoiding the big silly man who had already exceeded the comfortable distance.

"Mr. Marot, we don't have this thing."

Ranko spread his hands, "If you want to say the signatory, that's right, it's me, I'm not the signatory, the actual investor and controlling person are also me." ”

Under the man's stupid gaze, Ranko kindly pointed to a few teammates who were running all the way not far away, "For the specific situation, maybe you can ask the person who "ventilated" with you, he may know more about the situation,"

Maybe it's because the ridicule is too slow, and when the stupid big man is stunned, he suddenly shuddered, as if he was blown by a cold wind.

Combined with the words of the Ministry of Magic diplomat just now, he looked at his teammates who were coming towards them in disbelief.

"I won't bother you."

Ranko left with two children watching the play.

"Professor, how sure are you?" Calulin asked in a low voice.

"What? Are you skeptical? Ranko patted the girl's head and said casually, "Half and half, maybe it's just a coincidence." ”

"Then you ......"

"Miss Caloline." Ranko smiled, "When did I give you the feeling that I am a good person?" ”

"Besides, even if I guess wrong? What does it have to do with me? ”

It's just a change of person, as long as there is Jin Galleon, he can always find a product that satisfies him.